Michael Alan - From Virgin to He-Whore - The Butterfly Effect

I made no moves and considered that as the ‘odd man out’ in this collective I should wait for subtle directions about my involvement. The ‘heat’ in the room was building as two women had already reached an orgasm and were now returning the favour

for their partner. Charli was showing definite signs of frustration, so I took her hand and kissed it gently with the formality of a gentleman greeting a lady of refinement. She laughed in recognition of my invitation and kissed me on the lips.

This was her signal of acceptance for foreplay and she moved my hand under her blouse to caress her breast. I responded instinctively and removed her top and kissed her breasts. She responded with equal instinct and began removing my shirt and pants. We were soon both naked. I donned a condom and we interlocked our bodies in a passionate embrace.

She reached a wonderful orgasm and we then just held each other in a warm naked embrace. I was unsure what the remainder of the night might involve so I held my ejaculation and it proved a wise decision. As Charli’s passion was subsiding, we were joined by Ronni and Ginni. They had sensed Charli’s need for feminine compassion and both embraced her and began kissing her all over. Charli relaxed back onto the floor and spread her limbs in a star shape and absorbed their attention. I sat back on the divan and sipped on my wine and watched this beautiful naked threesome writhing in passion before me.

My erection was still firm and prominent and all the women occasionally glanced in my direction, but said nothing.

Gradually, passions subsided in the room and one by one each woman regained her composure and continued drinking and chatting amongst themselves. A couple of the women joined me on the divan sitting either side of me and asked me how I was feeling. My erection had subsided and I was in a good mood and returned their casual banter. I was genuinely enjoying myself in their company.

I have always been attracted to intelligent, attractive women who are open and honest about their sexual energy. I am very comfortable with my masculinity and will respond respectfully to a sexual advance as a healthy, mature, sexually active male. However, I am equally comfortable expressing my feminine nature when in the company of women.

I was to learn later that my indifference to ‘getting laid’ that evening impressed those in the collective who were still unsure about me. They apparently were impressed with my ability to enjoy their company, even allowing for the fact that I had been extremely aroused, without the need to orgasm.

Robyn rang me the next morning before I headed off to work and asked if I would like to meet her after my escort appointment that evening.

The woman I had to hold over from the night before turned up anxious for plenty of fucking fun. She had well and truly relaxed and was very comfortable to enjoy the pleasures I poured upon her. As I was aware of her early sexual abuse I began her session slowly with another yoni massage but she was obviously anxious to maximize her one-hour of cock. After just ten minutes she asked if she could fuck me.

She preferred the doggy position and I mounted her and gradually gave her every inch of my cock. She began masturbating her clit and the combination resulted in an almost immediate orgasm. As her cunt relaxed from her first orgasm we continued till she came again, with slightly more intensity. I then rolled her onto her back, positioned her legs over my shoulders and took up my tried and true fucking position. Immediately, she exploded and began crying. I was concerned and sat beside her. “Please don’t stop,” she implored. “I’m OK! It’s just so beautiful.”

I resumed the previous position with her and she continued to massage her clit. I could feel her vaginal cavity building for what seemed like an ejaculation. Curious, I quietly whispered, “Have you ejaculated before?” “No, never, Michael!” she moaned back. “Well you’re about to,” I assured her and with a few strong thrusts she came with an almighty scream and sprayed all over me. “Oh, God, I’m sorry Michael,” she cried.

I assured her it was perfectly normal and assured her she would ejaculate again very soon, if she just relaxed and enjoyed the sensations coursing through her body. I then inserted my two middle fingers into her vagina and stimulated her Skene’s Gland. She exploded again, this time her cum sprayed everywhere and over both of us in a chaotic spurt of female fluids.

She was exhausted and happy to just relax and recover till it was time for her appointment to end. She booked another one hour for the next night, before she left.

I arrived at Robyn’s right on time and we shared a glass of wine while she outlined her vision for my services to her business interests.

Apparently, Robyn owned a number of women’s hairdressing salons throughout the Gold Coast and Brisbane and was looking to expand interstate and into New Zealand. She was a self-made millionaire and rightly proud of her business acumen. Her greatest asset was her ability to ‘read’ people and employ good staff to manage her salons.

“It’s also important that you treat good staff well,” she told me. As a result she entertained her staff and business associate’s regularly, hence the Melbourne Cup party.

“Woman are sexual creatures, Michael. We need to occasionally feel in control of our sexuality without being intimidated by patriarchy. And that’s where I believe you will be a wonderful asset for me and my businesses.”

Robyn’s insight had seen something in me that only I knew existed. “You seem to be an insightful person, Michael, and know how to treat women and respect their rights to enjoy their sexuality. You facilitate a woman’s right to explore her most basic desires without judging her or requiring her to please you in return. That’s a powerful gift!”

She went on to explain that she wanted me to be her feature entertainer for all future business promotions and staff parties. Robyn summed up her philosophy by saying, “Freedom to enjoy their sexuality is the most valued pleasure all women appreciate.”

“Are you interested?” she concluded.

I was keen to know exactly what type of entertainment she required of me and what recompense was offered. She replied that she was offering to pay me double what I now charge per appointment or party. My duties would be similar to what I now do, plus other agreed activities and in consultation, whatever else I thought appropriate. I didn’t need to end my own businesses as she’d always give me at least two weeks notice for any booking. But there was an addendum. I needed to be available within a reasonable timeframe to service the personal needs of her important associates.

She added, that if I chose to join her, she was reasonably certain she could convince the ‘collective’ to give me their time, knowledge and experience to refine any of my current skills and talents that I chose. They would also teach me other skills, to further improve my abilities to pleasure women.

That offer was the clincher, even though she ‘had me at Hello!’

“I’m in!” I told her. “When do I start?”

“You’ve already started,” she said. At that the other women from the ‘collective’ filed out with broad grins on their faces. They each kissed me passionately on the lips and said ‘welcome to our collective, Michael’.

We all sat down together and discussed my range of tricks I used at parties. They were curious about my ejaculation talent. “We’d love to know how you do that, Michael, if you don’t mind sharing some of your secrets, we’ve got a few ideas we’d also like to share with you” Sam laughed. “I’d like to be able to control my ejaculations as well.” She laughed even louder.